Prologue

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Prologue

My eyes burnt with tears as I watched him rip up every photo I had left, all I had left of him. Next, he picked up the note. By now I was begging him to stop, but the look in his eyes showed he wouldn't. Just like that, he pulled out his lighter and set alight the note. Within seconds it was nothing. It was gone. He left with my money, he left me with my shattered heart. Just like his father. I knew what he was doing, he knew his father had hurt me and he hated him for that. But he hated me more. For lying. For telling him that his dad died in an accident. And now he's following his dads footsteps, why? To get back at me and rub it in my face? Or to show Mike that he is good enough?

I scoop the pieces of the photos up and held them to my chest. Oh Billie. Look what I've done. Are you smirking up there, happy that your evil note not only got through to me but our boy too? Or are you just as hurt as me? 

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